Resistance Is Not Futile-For Seven of Nine

A number of months ago, I suddenly had to go to San Francisco in the USA
on business for a week. It is not something that happens very often, so I
was understandably excited. I had only been in America twice before that.
The flight took eleven hours and the time difference was eight hours-two essential
ingredients for a bad case of jet lag. As I appear to have an innate dislike
for pills of any sort (apart from plain multivitamins), I decided in advance
to just “tough it out” when I got there. Easier said than done, as it turned
out.

My bodyclock was telling me that it was nearly midnight, yet locally it
was 2.30PM on a warm, sunny day. I went through Customs and Immigration (well,
you have to, don’t you?) , got my suitcase and headed over to Car Rental to
get my wheels. Then, it was out onto the Freeway and into San Francisco. Despite
the fact that the car was on the wrong side of the road and the steering wheel
was on the wrong side of the car (where I come from, we drive right and steer
on the left) , I somehow made it to downtown San Francisco in one piece,
though the car wasn’t so lucky. I think San Francisco Bay is one of the world’s
most beautiful sights and I was glad to see it again in one piece, especially
that day. I arrived at the hotel (at the side entrance and travelling
very fast, but I’ll spare you the details) and left the car for parking.
Then, I checked in, went up to my room and was very tempted to go to sleep.
I didn’t, as I knew that if I did, I would be up again and wide awake at
2AM local time-a bad idea, because I had gone there to work. It was then
that I made a fateful decision, which has prompted me to write this article.
I decided to watch some TV.

A granduncle of mine used to call the TV the “Moron’s Magnet”. I was
about to find out why…

I flicked through a dozen or so stations which had various soap operas (and
a few advertising something called a “rom com”) before I found one with an
episode of Star Trek: Voyager. Let’s put it this way: Seven of Nine, if you’re
reading this and want to hire a personal trainer, I’m yours for the asking.
Enough said. Anyway, it was one of those high adventure episodes- the Enterprise
was about to be invaded by Species 8472 and Chakotay’s life hung in the balance.
(If you don’t know what this means, don’t worry about it…you have to be a
Trekkie to know these things). All too soon, it was time for a commercial
break. Seven of Nine had gotten rid of my jetlag for me for the moment, so
I was wide awake for what was coming next….

Cue rap or house music (I’m not educated enough to know the difference),
swirling psychedelic patterns across the screen , then a glimpse of a heavily
muscled thigh glistening with sweat. Pan up to a spandex-clad torso which
resembled a stack of lego more than anything human and then arrive at a head
bedecked in a black bandana, rivulets of sweat (though even the rivulets looked
perfect) , piercing blue eyes and teeth so white that they could double as
a portable lighthouse. While the music volume dropped, the apparition on
the TV screen before me snarled at me. Here is what it said (I
think) :

“YOU!!!!!!!! YEAH! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET UP OFF YOUR BUTT AND MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The screen then immediately cut to a roomful of panting, spandex-clad ,
pain-ridden victims panting in unison and all frantically pulling and
pushing at some sort of fearsome-looking pink contraption, while from somewhere
in the background, a shrill and manic voice howled “Again! Again! Again!
“ I’ll bet the smell in that room would have knocked out a team of
racehorses. Exercise should be enjoyable, but this looked like something
from the Marquis de Sade’s Spring Catalogue.

Just as quickly, the apparition appeared before me again. The teeth were
still there and gleaming as stringently as ever (in fact, he seemed to have
sprouted a few more in the intervening seconds) , the bandana was still there,
the spandex was still there and fitting as snug as ever and the eyes now resembled
armour-piercing bullets, so intense was the gaze. The music abruptly
switched to something slower and more thoughtful, while the apparition rubbed
his hands together and moved to a gaudy-coloured sofa, which had appeared
next to him, presumably thanks to the wonders of TV. Then came the pitch.
With index finger jabbing rhythmically in mid-air, he growled

“HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A BODY LIKE MINE? HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO PEEL
AWAY ALL THAT FAT AND REVEAL A SIX PACK UNDERNEATH? ARE YOU READY FOR THIS
? IF NOT…THEN DON’T WASTE MY TIME!!!!!!”

The screen switched again, to a very attractive blond (unfortunately, not
Seven of Nine, but then you can’t have everything) semi-clad in the offspring
of spandex and black lace and with a voice soft enough to melt western Iceland.
She smiled demurely into the camera and purred, “ Before this I hated myself.
I never got asked out on dates, I had a poor body image and my relationships
were all based on conflict. Now, I feel great! “ (The voice became slightly
more strident here, while her eyes moistened ever so slightly) “ My relationship
with my boyfriend is now better than it has ever been! I look good, I can
shop for longer, I am popular and my bad body image is now a bad memory !!
” Eyes now glistening with emotion, she stood up and sashayed out of view,
but not before the camera lingered lovingly over her midriff for a second
longer than necessary.

At this point, my blood pressure was slightly up, I have to admit, but then
again I am only human. That was not good, as the screen was suddenly filled
with the apparition. This time , though, he adopted a paternal, let-me-tell-you-what-is-good-for-you
tone. “I did it, she did it and now you can do it too, with the secrets of
ancient Birdcrapia to guide you on your way” he intoned.

(Now, I know what you’re thinking : Birdcrapia is a made-up name. You’re
right. However, as they say in San Francisco, “Give me a break”. I claim poetic
license.)

Meanwhile, back on the screen, the apparition was now doing a voice-over
to a map of the ancient lost kingdom of Birdcrapia, with mysterious music
of irregular cadence being played in the background. It actually sounded like
someone breaking wind while sitting astride a plastic bucket while simultaneously
blowing through a plastic straw. I immediately rebuked myself for having
such unkind thoughts and continued watching the screen. The map was
brown and had many wrinkles. This was presumably in order to convey the impression
that it was an old map. The voice-over continued…

“Long before the dawn of recorded history, the inhabitants of Birdcrapia
knew what real exercise meant , what real self-defence was all about and how
to get the perfect body in the shortest possible time. They were a warfaring,
rugged people who slept with their weapon by their side-though they only needed
one hours’ sleep a night. The neighbouring peoples feared and respected them,
both for their martial ability and their physical prowess. The source of
all this was their weapon itself. In their language (now of course long since
extinct which means no-one can verify any of this) , their weapon-a deceptively
simple stick with a knobbly end-was known as a ‘Coloured Stick’. By exercising
with this for fifteen minutes a day once a month, they gained the strength
to drive off the nomadic tribes from the north while protecting their supply
of hair spray. They based their exercises on the movements of the animals
around them, though most of these animals are long since extinct (so no-one
actually knows how they moved or even whether they existed at all). They
were able to build structures made of stone, which reached into the clouds,
without breaking a sweat, without any mortar, and sometimes without any stones.
One of them would allow himself to be captured by the enemy and taken prisoner
and then slay hundreds of them using only his or her trusted “Coloured Stick”
plus an amazing reservoir of physical prowess and secret skills. They had
physiques so rugged that a tribe living south of them believed them to made
of rock and therefore called them the STONE PEOPLE. (Coincidentally, this
southern tribe is also extinct.) They developed self-defence techniques
that were later used by Moses to beat the Egyptians and later still by Jesus
and His Disciples to drive the moneylenders out of the Temple. These techniques
and exercises lay undiscovered and lost for thousands of years until a one-eyed
archaeologist with severe dandruff discovered them in the form of engravings
on the underside of a pile of seagull droppings just off the cost of
the Aleutian Islands, in the middle of a freak typhoon and amid a torrential
downpour.

In fact, these exercises with this device are so lethal that NATO and the
UN have called for it to be banned and all knowledge of it suppressed. Fifteen
years ago, the KGB placed listening devices at the bottom of my toilet to
see if they could discover its amazing secrets. The Mossad planted an invisible
camera underneath my pillow in case I talked in my sleep. None of this worked,
because I am strong in both body and mind thanks to my use of the authentic
“Coloured Stick”. ”

Now, the map vanished and the apparition leaned closer into the camera and
spoke in confidential, hushed tones…

“Unbelievably, it has survived down through the ages. This special secret
weapon and the amazing health and strength it imparts can be yours !!! Be
the envy of your friends !! Forget being scared of big dogs !! Laugh in the
face of grizzly bears !! Have a six-pack set of abs that will make women grovel
on the floor !! Spend the day in Death Valley and feel refreshed and cool
the same evening !! Don’t bother with car keys any more-just rip the damn
door off your car !!!! Stay up all night for three nights and then
run a marathon !!!
AND ALL THIS IN ONLY FIFTEEN MINUTES ONCE A MONTH!!!!! “

The apparition then waved the “Coloured Stick” a few more times and the
rap music started up again. Bobbing up and down while waving the stick around
aimlessly, he rapidly grew red in the face and concluded in a panting , yet
frantic monotone while pausing to adjust his spandex….

“ WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR ? ORDER YOUR COLOURED STICK TODAY !!!! THE FIRST
TWENTY PEOPLE TO ORDER ONE WILL ALSO GET A FREE COPY OF MY NEW BOOK ON SECRET
NOSE-PICKING TECHNIQUES OF THE ANTARTIC SUBCONTINENT WHICH SHOWS YOU IN 10
MINUTES A DAY HOW TO PICK YOUR NOSE WHILE COMBING YOUR HAIR AT ONE AND
THE SAME TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I actually fell off my chair, I was laughing that hard. It was without a
doubt one of the most unintentionally ridiculous and hilarious things that
I had seen in quite some time. I know of no popular comedian who could come
up with a routine that unintentionally funny. The sad thing is, the “Coloured
Stick” and its equivalent is probably making someone a small fortune as you
are reading this article.

After I had recovered my composure, I decided to make a list of what was
wrong. Then, I changed my mind. A list is not needed. What is needed
instead is some common sense-which sometimes is not all that common. Here
is a quote from George Walsh , self-styled “World’s Greatest Body Builder”
, written by him the late 1930s and which sums up my own attitude to exercise
far better than I ever could :

“ There is no such thing as a secret exercise which will produce miraculous
results. There are no mysterious appliances which will work wonders for you.
Progressive exercise against resistance-whether furnished by the weight of
your own body or by an appliance-and adherence to certain rules of living,
will infallibly produce results for every fit man”.

What a difference to the overblown balderdash spewed forth by the erstwhile
spandex-clad apparition! Walsh was speaking the truth here. The only
way to go is to make a start and then keep upping the resistance , while adhering
to a sensible routine as regards bathing, diet and sleep. There are no short
cuts and certainly no secrets.

I’ll stop writing now, as “Star Trek : Voyager” is on the TV in five
minutes. I like to watch it with a dumbbell either side of me (one called
“Seven” and the other called “Nine”, but that’s another story.)

Ray Brennan was born in Northern
Ireland and has been involved in martial arts, mostly aikido and aiki-jutsu
for a number of years. He is currently studying Zen Judo and Canadian Combato.
Ray has been doing strength training for almost a decade.